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"DO NOT FORGET ME! 24601—Actually, you will need your own number."
"Yeah, I'm number one. Don't you forget that."

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chasing24601 replied to your post: DO NOT FORGET MY NAME! There is your advice!
"DO NOT FORGET ME! 24601—Actually, you will need your own number."
"Yeah, I'm number one. Don't you forget that."

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DO NOT FORGET MY NAME! There is your advice!
"But I've never learned your name."
☽Of Not-So-Petty Crimes ;|| Closed@Javert
It was late. The city had grown quiet, or as quiet as an enormous city filled with far more people than Anders had ever seen in one place could get. The digital clock in his apartment (that he had learned to read only after trying and failing to learn what strange magic was making it light up) had read 11:36 when he left, and it was now later still, and dark besides.
The spirit of Justice that shared a body with Anders was growing restless. He was not used to idleness. He wanted to right wrongs, start a rebellion, everyone else and the law be damned.
Anders was more rational than that. But even so, Justice was as much a part of him now as he was a part of Justice. The urge to start... something was always there.
Which was why, incidentally, he was out walking around the city in the middle of the night. Perhaps he could find something to blow up so the spirit would quit the nagging in his ears.
Or perhaps the walk would clear his head. Either one would be acceptable in his opinion.
As he was walking, he was bumped into by a rather large man. This fellow would be pretty intimidating to most people, Anders included without his spells, but the spirit that inhabited his body took the bumping as an attack and revealed itself. Anders' eyes began to glow as Justice decided to just attack.
And the man didn't notice yet. "Hey, watch where you're going, man," he started to say, but Anders had already grabbed the wooden staff he'd carried and slammed the man in the arm with it. Wood wasn't his weapon of choice, but it could still be used as a great weapon, with how rough his was.
And the man, clutching his now-sort-of-bleeding arm, decided he did not really want to fight this guy after all, especially if the guy was going to start glowing, and ran off. "You're nuts, man, I ain't dealing with this!" the guy shouted as he ran away from Anders or Justice or whoever he was at the moment.
And right about then Anders regained control, and he stopped glowing just as he was looking at the little bit of blood that had stuck to the staff. "Oh. That's not good."